The Disappeared Poem by Noreen Carden

Good poem Noreen. The 'problems' in your land seem to go on and on. There doesn't seem to be any answer to it all - I wish there were.

A nice write but such a sad situation. Beautifully written piece.

Amazing as always noreen.

A beautiful, powerful and moving poem on the terrible truth of what happened to so many people in those years!

Your such a talented poet Noreen, who writes beautiful poems.

A wonderful poem Noreen. So many innocent lives lost, so many lives devastated. You ask in your poem.... Who planned your death......... the people who actually issued the orders were never brought to justice. They are probably proud of the part they had to play. I often wonder how they can sleep at night. You could have entitled this poem....Lest We Forget....... This is a story that needs to be kept alive in our memories.

noreen, finally a poem i haven't read before. but a sad one! the following line is my favorite line and seems to summarize the poem's drift. Stolen by the evil night. thanks for sharing. bri :)

The tragic scenes portrayed in a soulful yet poetically awesome rhymin way for which u deserve kudos. Sensational style how u weave the kitchen scene into it eh.

It is a terrible situation to be confronted.... People suddenly made to disappear at the point of a gun and nothing is heard of them.... Children getting orphaned and men living in eternal trauma of the memory of an insidious incident that happens overnight! You have powerfully pictured the ferocity of unanticipated violence! !

That is the insidious nature of civilian warfare. Soldiers in uniform follow codes of conduct, officers enforce them, international tribunals punish offenders. But an undeclared war conducted by civilians has no governance, and apparently no pity. Just the idea of breaking into a HOME, where children live and learn, and family members share the work and love, is atrocious. If you want to locate original sin, there it is. Turning the house into a battlefield and the home into a place of horror. Your poem has a gravitas which is far more effective than my ranting. My words would mean nothing to a committed warrior - they would offend him because he feels he has justice on his side. Your words, however, just might remind him of the homelife he may yet remember.